Her moaning along with kissing & blurred talking (sir…fuck me & kill me…don’t stop….Etc), I too could not hold… I too, started hitting sligh...ly more strong…every hitting she moaned “ha…ha…ha..Ha..”I told: darling I am going to come…she too told….I too will come darling, again… few more hits … we both collapsed. In the last lap, she scratched my back with her nails, which was found by wife (will give the details in chat)…. Even the bed was wet.She (l) started kissing me & telling me: sir, I have. S. Eliot."Who's your favorite poetry author, Claire?"She looked at him, biting her lower lip as if in thought, and then shook her head."Can't pick just one. It's like asking me what kind of ice cream I like best. Some days, you feel like chocolate, and some days, you feel like vanilla, you know?" Come on," Will said. "Everyone knows that the best ice cream is vanilla. And every bookworm I've ever known has a favorite poet. There's got to be one you like a little more than the rest. One whose. ____________________________Forty minutes later I return to her apartment with my bags of surprises. I check Leanne's bindings to make sure they are still tight; I can see red marks where she has tried to work her way free. "Naughty girl" I tell her, "I told you to sit here quietly." I did!" she replies a little petulantly. "Porkies", I'd say. "Guess I'm going to have to show you what happens if you don't do as I say."I open one on the bags. Inside is a pack of wooden pegs. I know that her. ....... Where,s Sally, have,nt seen her since last night I asked Cathy, she,s been outside around the front of the Cottage, apparently she,s a budding artist and has been putting the finishing touches to a landscape she started sometime ago, just as we were talking about her ,she arrived into the room,anyone for sex she asked, well we had better decide what we wre going to do, After a long discussion it was a agreed that July would be 1st prize, in a little game called taste the.